I don't wanna go back this evening
But chapel's at six fifteen
I don't wanna be left alone with the nasty boys
All there cause they should be
There's little hope for your sensitive musical boy
In the rough and tumble
But he seems to be coping well when forced to light the candles
Many-a-times I rang the bells for my dear Saint Frances
Many-a-times I sang the hymns for my dear Saint Frances
THIS has made me hate you
THIS has changed me into you and
THIS has shown me who I am
I was always sent back on Sundays
In bed by eight fifteen
I would lye all alone, with seven other choirboys, fast asleep
We'll try our best with affectionate little kid
But don't expect too much of us
He's not as bright as you may think
But, we'll guide him to Jesus
Many-a-times I rang the bells for my dear Saint Frances
Many-a-times I sang the hymns for my dear Saint Frances
THIS has made me hate you
THIS has changed me into you and
THIS has shown me who I am yes
THIS has made me hate you
THIS has changed me into you and
THIS has shown me where I stand
MY BRIDGE IS BURNING UNDER MY FEET
YOUR BRIDGE IS BURNING UNDER OUR FEET
MY BRIDGE IS BURNING UNDER HIS FEET
YOUR BRIDGE IS BURNING UNDER MY FEET
Many-a-times I rang the bells for my dear Saint Frances
Many-a-times I sang the hymns for my dear Saint Frances
Chorus x2
LITTLE HOPE FOR YOUR SENSITIVE MUSICAL KID
I've been SEVEN YEARS RUNNING from the pain in here
I've been SEVEN YEARS RUNNING from your storm and
I've been SEVEN YEARS RUNNING from the pain in here yes
I've been SEVEN YEARS RUNNING from your storm and
Many-a-times I rang the bells for my dear Saint Frances,
Many-a-times I sang the hymns for my dear Saint Frances,
Many-a-times I rang the bells for my dear Saint Frances,
Many-a-times I rang the bells ...